The saying for women is, you slowly will turn into your mother. I have fought this saying all my life. Not that my mother isn't great, because she is, but because she is a touch crazy. Sometimes more than a touch. The realization came this afternoon at the grocery store. After brunch with the girls, and a pretty good workout, I decided that I should fight the voice in my head telling me to get MickyD's chicken nuggets (*see below) and I would be responsible and buy healthy food. Now, I personally hate the grocery store. There are too many selections and too many choices and it makes my mini panic attack start to rear it's ugly head. But my mother, well she is a sight to be seen in a grocery store. She can literally spend HOURS at the store. She buys things that you would never think of, but you can't live without. Well today was the day I kinda, sorta turned into my mother. I went up and down ever isle, reading every label, adding the 'points' that each serving would cost me and when I left the store, I felt like a damn champion. Like I was finally in control of the Giant. However, if anyone ever wants to grocery shop for me, I will literally pay you to find food and create meal lists for me....but you also need to come cook it too. So basically I need a maid. Or a nanny.
Sidenote, let's quickly discuss McDonalds' chicken mcnuggets. I haven't eaten at a McD's in years and it was only due to a tiny midget who was sick of chik-fil-a (blasphemy!) that I reluctantly ate there. You will be surprised what a 3 year old can make you do. But it wasn't Mason's fault that I didn't order a salad, that I decided to get the "deal" of 20 nuggets for $5. And what a deal it was...they were totally delicious but were they worth the week of work outs it took to get rid of them? I'm still weighing the options. The problem is, now I have a craving for them - like a disgusting, nasty crack head. I'm probably going to need an intervention to get off of them. Someone call A & E and set my appointment on Intervention immediately.
XOXO,
Bunny
2 comments:
I just told someone I'd be willing to go vegan if someone would cook for me. Maybe we can share someone???
"However, if anyone ever wants to grocery shop for me, I will literally pay you to find food and create meal lists for me....but you also need to come cook it too. So basically I need a maid. Or a nanny."
Honey, you need a wife! Or ... a man like your second father: he buys groceries and cooks ... but cooks with breading and loads of carbs. So you see there is no "perfect". /s/ your ever-growing second momsie womsie
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